people talking in rain
enraged needs in arms
at every step he thinks in the ground
and hits him on the head

ground coming up did that
everyone shift category
leave the questions
leave the answers

it's as if all the waves piled up
because they came in but wouldn't go away
like security forces   or passengers waiting for a train
none of them says the same thing

everyone's got its own gender
but not a definitive plan
the gender's not considered
rock pools and lottery of metamorphosis

its dripping on the loudspeaker
as I came in the time had just finished striking
and all of everything began moving along
maybe that was the first time

excess creates a low cascade
which floods the sewer
the organic spreading
as quickly as a marker

voice of good over audio
seeing itself as lieder
things beginning to break open their buds
and develop rites

they pursue mimetically
whirlpool
a donkey on the piano keys
plodding

not realising the intentionality of the process of its being whipped